Toys, joys and noise
The house was far from tidy, toys were strewn about as if a small explosion had rocked its foundation. I sat riveted to my chair, hair in disarray breastfeeding my month-old baby. My other four were in the middle of the toys bickering over who had what first. Closing my eyes, pretending I didn’t care that my house was such a mess and to think this was only 10 in the morning.
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